How Heman Cry From Inside Deep Place
A song. A psalm wey di pikin dem of Korah write. For di director of music, according to Mahalath Leannoth. A wisdom psalm wey Heman di Ezrahite write.
Di psalm wey dark pass all. Heman dey cry day and night; dem don count am with di dead, wrath don press am down, and di Papa wey e dey pray to don carry im friends comot from am. E ask whether grave fit praise, answer no come, and di psalm end for darkness, e no turn at all.
88 1Papa wey dey save me, for daytime I dey cry out, and for night I dey cry come your front. 2Make my prayer reach your front; turn your ear come my cry. 3Because my soul don full with wahala, and my life don near di grave. 4Dem count me among di people wey dey go down enter di pit; I don be like man wey no get strength. 5Dem leave me make I dey waka among di dead, like di people wey dem kill wey lie down for grave, wey you no dey remember again, because dem don cut dem comot from your hand. 6You don put me for di deep part of di pit, for di dark places, for inside di deep waters. 7Your vex dey heavy on top me, and you dey cover me with all your waves.
8You don carry my friend dem comot far from me; you don make me be something wey dey fear dem well well. Dem lock me inside so I no fit escape; 9my eye don dim because of sorrow. Every day I dey call you, my Papa; I dey open my hand dem reach you. 10You dey do wonder for di dead? Di people wey don die go stand up praise you?
11Dem dey talk your Covenant love for inside grave, your faithfulness for inside Destruction? a a v11 Abaddon: Hebrew word for 'destruction,' na name for di deepest place of di dead. 12Dem sabi your wonder dem for inside di darkness, or your correct-and-holy way for di land wey people don forget? 13But I dey cry come you for help, my Papa; for morning my prayer dey reach your front. 14Why, my Papa, you dey reject my soul? Why you dey hide your face from me? 15Trouble don full me and I don near death from my young time, I don carry your terror dem; I no get hope again. 16Your anger wey dey burn don sweep pass on top me; your terror wey dey fear person don destroy me. 17Dem surround me like flood di whole day; dem close in on me together. 18You don carry di one wey love me and my friend comot far from me; my companion dem dey inside darkness.
